The infernal machine

This is how we pick up our prescriptions from the pharmacy. They send a text with a PIN number that you type in and it spits out your medication. MrM helpfully read out a number from a completely unrelated text. Luckily the correct one still worked. He did make me laugh though. I hate touching that screen as anyone could have coughed on it. I wore an old washing up glove much to MrM’s amusement. There’s a handy bin nearby to throw the glove in.